Unforeseen and unknown is the extent of this mortal life— hard and short and bound to pain. There is no way that those born will not die. On reaching old age death follows: such is the nature of living creatures. As ripe fruit are always in danger of falling, so mortals once born are always in danger of death. As clay pots made by a potter all end up being broken, so is the life of mortals. …
Animittamanaññātaṁ, maccānaṁ idha jīvitaṁ; Kasirañca parittañca, tañca dukkhena saṁyutaṁ. Na hi so upakkamo atthi, yena jātā na miyyare; Jarampi patvā maraṇaṁ, evaṁdhammā hi pāṇino. Phalānamiva pakkānaṁ, pāto patanato bhayaṁ; Evaṁ jātāna maccānaṁ, niccaṁ maraṇato bhayaṁ. Yathāpi kumbhakārassa, katā mattikabhājanā; Sabbe bhedanapariyantā, evaṁ maccāna jīvitaṁ. …